Be Still, Thy Heart, Of Thine. Poem by Michael Gale

I loved her best, as best as mine...
If only she'd be, just thine.

Be just, thy heart of thine...
Only me, and of be mine.

I kissed her quick upon thy grass...
Under that tree, that beautiful lass.

That lass, I held in tender-tight...
Hopefullly she, wouldst be my light.

Be my light of stolen heart...
Stolen mine, as to never-part.

Lips of softest touching gift...
Risen me, a sudden lift.

Sudden lift to altered kind...
Love is not, so easily, blind.

Blind to faults that never were...
Never been and not occur.

Yes my faith, is in you now...
I'd be your slave, to ever plough.

Ever plough through things gone wrong...
But for your love, I gave for a song.

For a song, I'd not miss-place...
Your heart for me, in non-disgrace.

Non-disgrace, your trust, did last...
All forgiven, of bad bid past.

Bad bid past by love and strength...
Our love will travel, unmeasured length.

Love united us from afar...
You are the one, the one, by far.

Lips last touched intact-ed pact...
Packed in each, to last, in act.